Give 'Em The Slip

This post is coming a little late, but the last week has been exhausting between 11-hour work days, prenatal classes, yoga classes, and taking Kika to the park (not to mention anxiously awaiting Adam's arrival home). However, I couldn't neglect to blog about my friend Daniela's visit to Michigan, where she did a bang-up job of taking care of my obstinate butt!

I tried to wine and dine her as much as possible while she was in town; while i appreciated her grand efforts to take care of me, I wanted her to have a bit of a holiday while she was in town, too. Not that this little town has much in the way of sight-seeing, but at least she got to live in my world for a wee time. We spent her first night in town seeing our minor league team, the Lansing Lugnuts, get their arses handed to them on a tray by the visiting team. Meanwhile, an obnoxious 10-year old screamed, burped and cheered for the opposing side just behind us the entire game, encouraged by his equally obnoxious family. I actually had to turn around at one point and tell him to can it...ever so politely.

Saturday I took her to the greenhouse where I volunteer on the weekend, and she had the chance to see the beginnings of this year's vegetable garden, in the making. I'm in the process of germinating seeds for eventual transplant. Later that night, we met up with a couple girlfriends to do dinner and drinks at PF Chang's. Daniela had surprised me with an awesome dress that she thought might look fabulous over my pregger belly, and boy was she right! It fit perfectly and the colors were great. After donning a pair of heels to match, we were ready for a night on the town. Halfway through dinner, I had the insatiable urge to excuse myself to the ladies' room for a now-ritualistic pee break. As I was walking, I had the thought that the floors underfoot seemed awfully slippery, so I walked slowly and gently to the bathroom, fortunately avoiding any accident. On the way back to the table, however, despite my best efforts, my right foot slipped from underneath me, and I ended up crash-landing on my right hip bone. Of course, the restaurant of patrons saw the big pregnant lady fall, and everyone was pretty much aghast. How humiliating. I had to assure them all that I was fine--actually, I had already prepared myself for this eventuality, so I fell on me, not the baby--and immediately got up and walked slowly but confidently to my table. Immediately after, I ordered a glass of Pinot Noir.


We girls at PF Changs...before the big slip-up...





Daniela coo-ing with Greg House







Sunday, I took Daniela to the best pancake house east of the Missisippi--Sawyer's Pancake House--and we enjoyed some blueberry flapjacks. Actually, she enjoyed those while I suffered through a new breakfast entree that didn't quite do it for me. In the future, I'll know to stick with the tried and true. We picked up the stroller that Ads and I had picked out at Xmas at Baby Depot, and then she helped me organize all my baby gifts so I can finally get around to those thank you cards. Daniela was a huge help to me.

She was rewarded for her efforts by having her flight cancelled on Sunday evening, so she improved her chances of attaining patron sainthood by preparing a gourmet meal for me, complete with bread and dipping sauce, salad, tortellini in carbonara sauce and marionberry pie. Okay, so we bought the pie, but it was still an awesome meal...

So, here's a shout out to my girl Daniela. There is a reason I still keep in touch with you after all these years, honey.